Hometown Beauty

Photo credit: R.d. Hockett Saltville, VA

Photo credit: Drone footage from R.d. Hockett

Taken well below the peak of my parents home. Her view is even more breathtaking. Sunsets there rival any I have seen glorified and publicized over the years. I never realized how special it was to see those sunsets every afternoon. The sunrise is nothing to sneeze at either. From her house the foggy mornings nestle the clouds among the mountains giving it the look of miles and miles of seascape. The cool crisp air from her mountain top were always a wakeup call before getting on the morning bus. The wind is fierce up there at times, storms are low. The snow caps her yard when there is no snow below, giving way to winter wonderlands and the perfect place to sled.

The backyard is refuge to countless wildlife big to small. A giant black bear who gets a little too close for comfort at times and a raccoon they feed so often every Spring and Summer she now has a name. She comes only when she has had babies because she knows the kind woman in that house will help her. She always did help the animals, from birds with broken wings to momma kitty’s to a baby deer and many thing inbetween. They seek her out it seems and have my whole life as if they know, as if there is some secret among the nature of the town that she is a refuge. My brother took on some of that over the years saving animals as well. While I have tried sometimes successfully other times not, I’m not quite the animal whisperer they tend to be.

With all of the the downsides of small-town life it has its beauty as well. Sights others would dream of seeing. Secret nooks that hold history and remnants of the past untouched and left imprinted all but forgotten life that once lived in those mountains. It has its secrets as most small towns do but she sure is beautiful. It amazes me how untouched this place has remained. Miles of mountains left to nature and there is nature some of which they claim we don’t have such as black panthers, rare sightings but sighted enough over years that they definitely are there. If ever there was a place for Sasquatch this would be it.

Published by izzysconfessions

I was born and raised in the smallest of towns in Southwest Virginia. A town that is extraordinarily active, yet a town that is like it's very own little mini Bible belt. My dad was Baptist, my mom pentecostal, and I'm paranormal. I would venture to say it is somewhat of a family trait. One that is met with equal acceptance and curiosity as much as it is met with skepticism. Individually and collectively so much has been experienced and witnessed at times to such a degree that one might wonder how on earth there is room for doubt. I dont have all the answers, I do not have it all figured out. Im as human as everyone else relying heavily many mornings on a lot of coffee and a little Jesus. In fact, I can't decide what I want for dinner most days. One constant is I cannot go a single day without chocolate. Pour a cup of coffee, or a little tea and whiskey and join me in my confessions of a haunted freak.

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